Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 841 - 849: Mrs. Fu (8)
His calm and composed demeanor nearly made the usually mature Qin Zhaoran flip the table in anger.
Having studied medicine for many years, he was well aware that no one could donate blood like this!
Not being able to consume overly nutritious supplements for an entire week, how could the body withstand it!
Qiao Mo stood aside, a trace of struggle flickering in her eyes, yet she remained silent.
Chenchen’s illness had already exceeded her expectations, and the situation was becoming increasingly bleak.
The amount of blood required for the surgery was enormous, relying solely on Fu Nancheng would take an unknown amount of time.
Qin Zhaoran glanced at her, but in the end, she did not interfere.
With a grim expression, he inserted the needle and began to draw blood.
Watching the crimson blood flow through the needle tube, gradually filling the blood bag bit by bit.
Qiao Mo didn’t know what she was feeling at this moment.
Indeed, she returned this time for his blood, but as she watched day after day, him wordlessly having so much blood drawn, her heart inexplicably ached.
After drawing for a while, Qin Zhaoran stopped.
Seemingly to appease Fu Nancheng, he only drew one hundred milliliters.
Fu Nancheng frowned dissatisfiedly, gazing at the blood bag that was barely filled, and said in a deep voice, "Continue."
Qin Zhaoran directly pulled out the needle, tossed it into the trash can, and coldly said, "I’m not your family’s private doctor, if you need more, find someone else!"
After speaking, he cast a cold glance at Qiao Mo and turned to leave.
Knowing his old friend had gotten angry, Fu Nancheng could only remain silent.
After he left, Nancheng rose and looked at Qiao Mo, saying, "Sorry, it seems like we drew too little today..."
Before he could finish, his vision blacked out, and he instinctively braced himself against the wall.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, she quickly supported him, "Fu Nancheng!"
After a few seconds, his vision slowly cleared.
Qiao Mo’s nose tingled, supporting him as they walked out, watching his pale face and how he staggered, she felt an overwhelming sadness and couldn’t speak.
She held onto him firmly, preventing him from falling.
After about ten minutes, they were seated in the car.
This time, Qiao Mo insisted on driving, so he sat in the passenger seat.
In the car, she turned on the air conditioning but didn’t drive immediately.
After a few dozen seconds, she softly said, "Tomorrow... don’t come to the hospital."
He turned his head to look at her, weakly asking, "Heartbroken?"
Qiao Mo’s eyes stung, she turned her head to look out the window without saying a word.
His large hand gently grasped hers, holding it lightly in his palm, "Actually, I’d love to go on like this forever."
Qiao Mo remained silent.
"Every time after donating blood, you’d care about me."
Tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, those unaware might have thought his words carried sarcasm, yet she couldn’t detect any, instead, they seemed laced with joy and anticipation.
Silently withdrawing her hand, she said nothing, flooring the accelerator, and the car sped away.
She didn’t go home, directly driving to Nanshan Villa.
After arriving at the villa, she carefully helped him upstairs.
Once Fu Nancheng sat on the sofa, she turned and went into the kitchen.
He watched her back, his eyes gentle.
What he had said earlier was true, he wished they could go on like this forever.
Even though Chenchen wasn’t his child, he was grateful for his presence, if not for him, perhaps she would never have returned to his side in this lifetime.
